It was one o’clock in the morning when Trihn’s phone rang.
She had given up on even the semblance of getting work done. Her computer was sitting half-open with f*******: winking up at her. Her design notebook was flipped to a blank page. Her imagination had run away with her but not toward her creative endeavors.
All she had thought about was the time she had waited up all day and night for Preston to call her back and how she had so easily swallowed his bullshit the next day. He’d been at work. He’d been so busy. He’d fallen asleep at his desk.
Yeah, right.
She should have seen it then. He’d been with someone else. The devastating part, of course, was that the someone else had been Lydia, but it would have been just as hard if it were anyone else.
As she reached for her phone, she ha
